We finished the fencing and moved the Moop into the new chicken run, a distance of about 20 feet. Last night, only five of the nine chickens spent the night in it. It was nearly dark when I got home from Purple Porch, and I couldn't find the four others. This morning, they were there, hanging around the back door of the Moop, waiting for the other chickens to be released.
Tonight I made sure I went out earlier. I had eight of them close to the Moop, should have closed the fence, but I didn't and two escaped. I put the other six inside, so I got in one more tonight than last night.
Before I got them into the new area, they all hung around the spot where the Moop formerly sat. It is just a spot on the lawn with no grass, bare dirt, where it has rested for the last year. But apparently they still call that home.
The remaining three are roosting within a few feet of one another in a tree very close to where the Moop was sitting. Only twenty feet, that's all, but they are not going to rest easily at their new address.
Funny little creatures.